Holy Butt Blisters, Batman! Part Three

   Belinda’s big butt was on FIRE! Gently rubbing her roasting rear seemed to only stroke the fire, fanning the flames, until the German’s brat’s bottom was boiling. “AUUUH, my poor popo!” the beautiful blonde sobbed, “ I won’t be able to sit down for a week!”
   Noticing a fountain across the park, Belinda wanted to run to it immediately, but decided her best option was to walk to it as slowly as possible, since every step she took, caused a new wave of intense heat to flare up across her blistered butt. Once there, bracing herself with her arms, she lowered her still bare backside into the chilly water, carefully to make sure her badly bruised butt didn’t touch the bottom of the fountain. 
    Belinda was enjoying the effects of the cooling water, when she heard what sounded like the purring of a cat. And heard a silky female voice say, “Well, well, well, what have we here? Did somebody just give this naughty kitty a spanking?”
    Looking up, Belinda was startled to see Catwoman approaching her. “KATZENFRAU! Ja, that damn Fiedermaus-Mann just paddled me!”
   Catwoman smiled mischievously, while caressing her own luscious rear, “OUCH! I know from personal experience, how hard Batman spanks. Unfortunately for you, I’m quite adept at blistering bottoms, too. Which I do, every time I catch somebody in Gotham dressed as me. I can’t have people committing crimes that I’ll be blamed for, now can I?”
   Belinda hopped down from the water fountain, her hands covering her still smoldering backside, “WAIT A MINUTE, I’m NOT a criminal! I’m on my way to a costume party!”
   “Sorry, Kitty Kat, my costume, my rules. With those claws on your gloves, you shouldn’t have any trouble cutting me some switches.”
   SWITCHES! Every German knew what switches were. And how painful they were. They left welts that took days to fade away. “HELLO NO!” Belinda said, fire in her eyes burning as hotly as the fires across her rear, “I don’t care if you ARE Katzenfrau! You’re NOT switching me! GET OUT OF MY WAY! 
    Belinda was marching past Catwoman when she heard the loud crack of a whip, seconds before she felt it’s bite, as it sizzled across her still bare backside. “AUUUUHHH!”, Belinda screamed her hands flying to the fiery welt now branded across her backside. Turning, Belinda saw for the first time, the lethal looking whip in Catwoman’s right hand. “Your choice, my whip or the switch. Which one will it be?”
    Staring at the whip, fearfully, still feeling the burning kiss from it across still feeling the burning kiss from it across her roasting rear, Belinda whispered, “I’ll … I’ll go cut you a switch.”
     Stay tuned, Brat Fans, for the fourth and final chapter of this story. Next time you’ll get to meet Belinda’s friend from Germany, Bromhilda, and find out what happened at her party, while Catwoman was painting welts across Belinda’s plump posterior with her switch. Here’s a clue, Belinda and Bromhilda will both be sleeping on their stomachs tonight. COMING SOON!